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Lord DragonFlame	Oct 15 2011, 11:49 AM Post #1
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	Beginning with Lizrik/Whitefang the Dragon. He is one of the new ones, even if I've had him in a few RP's already. Be warned though, as some materials may not be proper for the younger crowds. With that said, I tried to make it as lenient as possible. Also in case you want to have it mentioned. I am no artist, so no pictures. ----General Information---- Name. 'Whitefang' Lizrik (the Dragon) Date of Birth. ????/07/19, 35 Years old. Appearance. Eastern/European - 9.02 Feet tall, (on all four feet) - 30.18 Feet in length, (neck 5.7 feet, body 10.66 feet, tail 13.77) - Scale colour, grey - Underbelly colour, Snow - Eye colour, is dark blue, with black pupils. - Physical Appearance overall. His ears have small patterns of fur on the edges. Down his ridge come a J formed black mark, same as his father, (moves in both directions like a normal J, and an opposite J.) Stretching along of his back, from the neck, halfway down his tail, are small additions of spines. His scales are shallow, and won't be neglected by the normal eye. At the back of his hind legs are two talons. The wings are equipped with medium sized wing claws, while the web has the same colour as his underbelly. Personality - Kind and often look to solve a matter without taken the use of violence. - Protective too those he care for, even if it means risking his own life. - Wise in that he inherits knowledge passing that of his young age. In other words known for his waste intelligence at certain elements. (Like that of missing artefact's hidden purposes, and locations. Among a few other, while he can't stand mathematics.) ----Family & History---- Background It's the 19th of July, a small creature was born. His name, Whitefang or late on, Lizrik, hatched under harsh conditions. Their well-beings was in mortal danger. A creature of the dark had involved in massacring a small village. Thus made dragon's a vicious foe for the renowned majesty of Galvahal. He was content on finding each and every being, before having them ether executed or captured in case they wouldn't prove to dangerous for his people. Unknown and innocent, the small whitely coloured dragon was shortly there after found and captured. The father had abandoned it's mother and child before Lizrik was hatched, and his mother were severely wounded, left to rot as while the king's men removed the infant. These men never seem to realise, their no better then the beast who once ravaged a whole village. Yet these creatures was known for their ruthlessness and were considered a danger, even if some would've proved innocent. However there's no law for the likes of Whitefang. And thus, the men and Valiant see it fit to handle them in whatever manners they can achieve. Often ending up by torturing em, leaving em to the peak of starvation. Luckily for Lizrik, who's frail and completely defenceless wasn't tortured to death, as many of his fellow brethren. Instead he was invited to see it all. Much to his childhood became severely traumatised. Horrible nightmares haunted his dreams for weeks, months even years. Only when he was at old enough age, the soldiers were allowed to start moving onto physical matters. Things that would scare the timberwolf dragon for as long he's able to breathe. Must've had a sick mind, able to torture a small dragon to the extent of making an example. They used whips, attempted to see how much weight it could carry, and making him eat his own droppings. They all laughed at him and no one seemed to care, until the extent of their torture came as far that the dragon's spine would break. From this day forth, he was left to rot in his cell. It only brought the General, pitying him. He would never be able to heal what's been broken. But at last he wished to deliver him some sort of freedom. There wasn't an easy feat, as he had to secretively take care of him. It was even harder to gain it's trust. In fact he never really knew whether he's fully recovered, the probability was slim. Given him extra food, even at a moment he was able to bring down a doctor specifically educated in pet's care. Of course this wasn't any simple matter at hand. Also signs of aggressiveness, fear didn't exactly making things easier. If it weren't for the general's effort, the young dragon would surely be dead already. Nether one cared much, not even the king as he had received news about his wife becoming pregnant. About four months he visited Lizrik, each morning and evening making sure he was fed, he even took some time cleaning up whatever mess that'd may have been procured during his absence. Finally with the king's absence, and during the middle of night. It was time to set him free. "Okay this is it." With some aid, from a few locals who's actually convinced to help him and the dragon all this time, was content on giving him a chance to experience the life of a dragon. But in one condition, or at least they had high hopes he would take their words of advice. Leave Galvahal for good, never to return. A few men had been earlier asked to wind up some time at the tavern. Of course considering his title, this was achievable. After removing the chains around his feet, making sure to avoid it's tail, it was all left to say goodbye. What was he meant to do. Instead of attacking it looked back on the voluntarily citizens who've came this far, but what about, the things out there. Would he be able to survive, did he even know how to use his wings and hunt his own food. Look there weren't no alternative, ether make a living as a free being, or stay in the most undesirable location, winding up dead in the end. Well he tried to offer one last bit of tip by flapping his hands in a motion, as to indistinguishable the path of flight. Whitefang had learned to see that their not all bad, and resumed what the human tried to accomplish. Without no success, time started to become a problem. That's when the alarm from the town bell echoed. If it weren't for Liam's black cloak, he would've surely been removed from his status, and executed for defying his own king. "Go! Get out of here." Trying to reason with the dragon once more, while he would slowly draw his attention away, doing the unsuspecting, killing the female doctor, as for her lack of disguise, it would've only lasted that long before she would've been taken into custody and hanged as an example that no one crosses the line. He would've come to regret this. But it was enough for Lizrik, learning the knowledge of flight. And that was enough for the general to withdraw before soldiers of his would've come down, finding the culprit responsible for this undoing. Of course someone had the suspicion all along, and that ended into a different event. (Fate of One Kingdom) Knowing little where he'd be off to. He only made it to the one place called home. The Galvahal Mountains. This is where it had all began. Remembering his place after such a long time, he came to visit what now appeared only as the bones of his mother. Emotions circled around, he cried next to her bones, with a strong wish that things would've been different. Later on he abandoned his home, in search for a place to start. Eventually leading him in his first hunt, and becoming more and more independent. Teaching the ways on his own, occasionally visiting his birthplace, but eventually there would be years between his each visit. (More of Lizrik's background is revealed in the fan fiction, The Fate of One Kingdom.) Known Relatives Alicia (Mother) Meredith (Father) Liam (Ex. General) Adrian (Special bound.), (Not revealed here.) ----Strengths/Abilities---- Strengths While in most cases, a creature would learn to breathe one of the available elemental attacks, ranging from fire, water, lightning even earth. This doesn't apply to Lizrik, in fact most of the time have been focusing on strengthening his physical offensives and muscles. Though even for his small, but nimble appearance, he's able to deal quite the lethal punch in best defence. None of them are of any spectacular calibre, but at least their useful in terms of combat. Weaknesses Muscles doesn't last, when he suffered as much like a child. While he's back may have recovered, the consequences concludes that if he ever receives the same, or less amount of pressure. It could end in a severe handicap, (Paralysed). So carrying another would even as far be considered a danger to his health. No elemental attack have been known, and thus his attacks are rather limited. Other weaknesses could have some relation to his youth's experiences and personality. Passive Abilities - Speak telepathically and use of human tongue - Nimble footwork - Extensive flight manoeuvrability Abilities/Skills - Synchronised Link: While it doesn't have no effect around the battle-outcome, there's a bound between two friends, (Lizrik & Adrian), that offers a much extent of variation in both offence and defence. Yet it's still shrouded in mystery, and no one have been able to uncover it's secrets. The closest related theory has something to do with Fangstrike. - Under Construction.... Be sure to leave a comment around the background and general information if you wish. Edited by DragonFlame, Jun 3 2012, 04:15 AM.
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Vednix	Oct 15 2011, 12:53 PM Post #2
The Dragon Whisperer Posts: 1,357 Group: A Rank Hero Member #34 Joined: April 22, 2006	Excellently written! And perfectly full of emotion, it tugs on your heartstrings to read what Lizrik goes through, almost feel his pain. Can't wait for the next installment man. ^^
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Lord DragonFlame	Oct 16 2011, 02:05 PM Post #3
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	Thanks Devin. While it ain't much, added his strengths and weaknesses along with his passive abilities. Still under construction around his abilities. In fact I need another character to fulfil this. And thus comes the next character. Still under construction as well, but will reveal some short information around him. Also if I didn't mention before. All of my characters will have some sort of connection around Galvahal, and what floats above and is found beneath. Along with neighbouring regions, or in the future. -----General Information------ Theme Song Leverage - Wolf and the Moon Name. Adrian "Valiant" Elderhorn Date of Birth 25th of March ???? 23 Years old -----Appearance.----- - 5.8 Feet tall. - 77 Kg (169.7 pounds) - Fur colour, black. - Eye colour, Golden/brown - Physical Appearance overall. While he doesn't add much distinguishes apart from having medium short hair, medium sized muscles, there isn't much that would track him down as a warrior. No scars, nothing that'd be noted for now. - Clothes/Accessories As there isn't no specific clothes he'd rather use above anything else, there is but one I'll describe. The most common wearable outfit. Short black trousers, white long sleeved shirt, with a charismatic sword bound through it's shield, (kingdom emblem.) Around his neck, he wears an amulet that's been carried through generation after another. Often found in one of his pockets. Apart from this, Adrian usually comes around shirtless, but his father have prohibited him from doing so around it's people. Personality - Determined and never forfeits unless there's no breathe in him. - Exasperation comes in form that he's quickly frustrated if things doesn't work out, and usually end up doing more mistakes, even if constantly tries to persuade him self by doing better. - Shame/Remorse for previous actions, like childhood experiences, have always been like a burden to the wolf, the loss of a friend, or whether he's loyal to his own father. It's like there's an evil soul filled with hate that could burst in flames. No wonder his tense air around Valiant, (his father/and king.) - Lounging in amidst all of this chaos, he's on the lookout for someone to carry out his name, not just alone but with someone there to thrive with him, till the end, or until another takes his rightful place as future king of Galvahal. ----Family & History---- Born anew, the third addition to the Elderhorn's heir, looking back at it's warm, comforting face of his own mother. Yet things weren't meant to be, quickly being separated, as things abruptly winded up quite dramatic. It was all rather mysterious, as she slowly slipped away from her husband, crying next to her bed. "Why....?" A question never to be answered. Instead leaving the father, responsible for raising his own son. Abandoning him in the care of his most faithful brother, and uncle, Liam, while he wishes to mourn for his lost wife. Such a small wonder, unaware that he'll be without it's caring mother, upon witnessing his first few steps, able to speak in their language and furthermore, that eventful day when he'll become officially announced, prince of this well known royal family. Duties doesn't often involve baby sitting, nor the qualities actually doing so. Rest assure, he valiantly picks up the wolf cub in his arms, looking rather content upon seeing those golden/brown eye's glinting firmly from the morning sun. There follow certain risks, patrolling the street's with an innocent child presently nearby. Such opportunities aren't wasted, through tactical shrew, a woman presented it self foremost as a maid. Addressing her self, offering to take upon the cub's safety while he finishes his daily routine. Such a kind offer is often mistaken, being rather suspicious upon every watchful eye. Doubting her even for a second, he eventually decided to agree, delivering the boy in the stranger's care. There's that alternative, that'll have her constantly staying nearby, wouldn't want to risk the king's newborn being kidnapped at first shift. Hour after another went by, without any unnecessary situations building up. However there's trouble brewing. Upon finding him self watching as a few thieves fleeing the scenery, after emptying a salesman's coffers. Finding the captain rather alone, urging for his assistance, an rather hesitant look turned upon his face, knowing he'd likely have to abandon the woman with Adrian, even for a few minutes. "Their getting away." The salesman ushering out, demanding for recompense from the captain of the guard him self. Setting off after the few, expecting her to stay loyal while he serves like the law-enforcer he's meant to be. Quickly gathering up more then a few, none manages to make it out through the city walls, before their all arrested. Having his men deal with the scoundrels, while he returns, finding the woman gone and so the cub. "Damn it." Cursing under his breathe as he tries to check for every possible way she could've gone. Furthermore, none are to make it outside town, with the king's son in their arms. Urging everyone available to seek out a woman, wearing her standard red clothes. None were able to find her, even after searching ever cranny to what this city has to offer. Instead news about the missing son quickly grasped the king's attention. Knowing the consequences, he weren't a man simply quitting his search. Upon arriving at the castle's main hall. Sir. Maximus at the king's side, ready to ride out in search for the missing boy. "I assure you...!" That's all the gray wolf had to say, before he was strapped of his duties by an rather outraged Valiant. Unable to recompense, he watched as them leave. How could he? It didn't even taken more then a few hours before they arrive safely back with the Adrian safely in the sovereigns folded arms. The woman's head set as an example, that no one gets away with treason. What's worse, Liam hadn't just been strapped of his position. But banned from the town's guard. Having no fair trial, any attempts explaining him self, only ought to Valiants dismissing denial that his brother may actually be spoken the truth. At least he weren't arrested. But with nothing to live for, Liam left everything behind, never to return, at least ain't as a guard. Five Years later Everyone knew the father would become overprotective to his son from this day forth, and the next few years everything would go during it's daily routine. Upon his fifth birthday his father wished to hand his son an heirloom passed from each credo, to another, until it's time to hand it over, in hope that someone may relish it's unique properties. It's been passed down for many centuries, waiting for someone able to grasp it's hidden talent. Infused with magic, there's a certain bound that none have yet to solve. With an rather puzzled first expression, he would slowly become accustomed to use it daily, building up his strength, even if the sword was much taller then the wolf it self. Valiant wanted his son to start of early, becoming both ready for combat, and the necessities, becoming a prince when grown at a certain age. Nimble footwork, rolling around, whereas sword was only increasing it's use upon aging. Turning ten year old, Adrian had already won a few titles in the arena. Of course bloodshed were prohibited, and such wooden swords and clubs was all they could use. Upon his last victory, Valiant wishes to reward him with a small hunting trip. Maximus were also invited to come along, as they set off toward the forest near the southern border to Carmine. Everything went fine until the young wolf's curiosity set him off wandering away from the guards, who's attention was more drawn toward the couple of game's herding nearby. Snapping out of it, when the king realizing their incompetence not paying enough attention. "Idiots...!" "Adrian.... Adrian..." His name was constantly brought up as they continued to separate away from each other in search for the missing son. Continuing to scour ahead by him self, finding an rather large moose picking up the scent, alerted, due to it's babies being nearby. Preparing an offense, to drive off the potential threat, both mother and father chased Adrian, who ran at his best out through the woods in the open. Terrified, he only made it thus far before he clumsily tripped over his own feet. The sound from thundering hooves approaching, he yelped out for his father, while burrowing his head down, paralyzed to move. Yet bent to be killed were he's at. Just barely about to nail em with their great hooves, another creature seemingly arrived out of nowhere to the boy's aid. It was enough to scare the protective parents away. Saved by a gray dragon, the wolf had the nerve, crying, running fearlessly at the drake's nearest foot, embracing it, sniffing, snoring, asking for his father, to Whitefang's questioning expression. Nor did it take long however before some of the king's men arrived outside, witnessing the monster, with Adrian being presently nearby. Taking to the offense by unsheathing each other's sword, bows and axes, readied to use. Valiant and Maximus shortly arrived upon hearing the noise coming outside the forest reaches. "You....!" Upon recognizing the gray breed. "Don't just stand there, kill it." Ordering his men, who's of course rather hesitant, whether it was from fear, or simply the risk of having it grabbing the wolf along, in an flying attempting escape. Adrian looked around, finding his dad, overjoyed to see him. Quickly hearing the heartbeat of the dragon, along with the barring of it's teeth, slapping it's tail in annoyance, rather protective of the wolf, knowing little whether their related or, scoundrels looking to take the boy away. Carefully pushing the boy behind, ready to defend, whereas the father only saw the dragon's act, propulsive and unforgiving. Arming him self, he urged em to advance closing the distance. The black canine wasn't sure what was happening, but he insisted the dragon to stop, by clambering a hold of it. Whether it was due to his lack of concentration, Lizrik shook the wolf back, leaving him tumbling backwards. Quickly realizing the mistake, he was all to centered upon finding him self slashing at one of the men, being to close. It was enough for another to advance, impaling the beast on it's left. The dragon fought for his life, Adrian screamed at the back, having em all stop what their doing. The gray drake did only what he could, escaping with a considerable wound, and furthermore rupturing whatever reputation he may have wished to conceive, saving the boy. Adrian wept at his father's chest, whereas Velrento simply hushed him, reassuring his safety, while he wasn't as forgiving and urged Maximus to start the hunt for every one of them that still makes their home in Galvahal. Continuing..... Known Relatives Valiant Elderhorn (Father, King) Jessica Elderhorn (Mother) Lizrik Whitefang (Special Bound, Revealed in Fan fiction) Feona (Possible girlfriend) Liam "Gothry" Pallentower (Uncle, Ex General, Fugitive) ----Strengths/Abilities/Equipment---- Strengths Taught to handle a sword, bow even a lance due to his time as an apprentice. Yet his real strength comes from the moon it self. Like an ancestral spirit dwelling within the royalty blood that flows inside the wolf. It greatly affects the variety in properties hence the moon's strength. Weaknesses Doesn't stand much more then an avid combatant at daylight. Fear of leadership, thus he doesn't feel fit to become a royalty. This comes in form of cowardliness, and thus he's also looked down upon. There's that information around his personality that comes down to this as well. Passive Abilities - Night vision - Sense of Blood, (Visually at Midnight, it's strength is affected by the moon.) Equipment - Fangstrike; (Is a sword passed down family generation after another. While it's mystically history is still vastly unknown. It's secret still locked, the wolf have yet to find it's true potential, if indeed he's the rightfully owner of this.) It's appearance resembles a moon-shaped hilt, the blade it self, doesn't stand out of the extraordinary, while during night, it provides a lightly yellowish glimmer, almost providing a source of light. Abilities/Skills - Hunter of the Moon: Ferocious on all four, clothes torn to shreds, his fur looked like it has been struck by electricity, though less static and more fluent, and with a small tint of red, that stretches from his forehead down to his nose. (There's little that resembles a human characteristic here, instead he's more of a savaged beast, fuelled with rage and determination, willingly to sacrifice his life for his friends. Though more of a beast, he's still a wolf/human at heart. Though he looses the talent of speech and is often founded much more premature. His actions may speak differently.) - Howling Apparitions: While it's effective, it also demands time, and sacrifice of movement, (like running, or even walking may interrupt it's sequence. Also if moved out of place by force, it won't succeed, ending in a complete failure.) Granting it's success, while in his wild form, he must focus on a linear target in front, while it's extent to the sides are rather limited, it's similar to three men standing right next to each other. Howl to the moon, (it must be full moon), the release of several apparitions appears in front of him, acting like a three-way locomotive. Difficult to be seen, it can often reflect to what may seem like a powerful gust of wind attack. - Synchronised Link: While it doesn't have no effect around the battle-outcome, there's a bound between two friends, (Lizrik & Adrian), that offers a much extent of variation in both offence and defence. Yet it's still shrouded in mystery, and no one have been able to uncover it's secrets. The closest related theory has something to do with Fangstrike. Comments are well appreciated, but ain't required. Edited by DragonFlame, Jul 15 2012, 01:51 PM.
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Lord DragonFlame	Oct 17 2011, 07:53 AM Post #4
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	There's more characters about to be revealed. Next up is a female character of mine. However due to the confusions between the Sonic comic era, (Fiona), and my character Feona, I've come to think of other alternatives. Any suggestions would be apprehensible, though I may in the end keep her name as it is. -----General Information----- Theme Song Name Feona Date of Birth 20th of November ???? 21 Years old ----Appearance---- - 5.6 Feet tall - 63 Kg (138.8 pounds) - Fur colour, mainly red with a white bottom/stomach/chest area. - Eye colour, dark brown - Physical Appearance overall. Short to medium hair length, fluffy tail while she owns a scar on her left cheek, her feet and hands are white as well down her nose-bridge. - Clothes/Accessories Her favourite clothing would be her blue medium sized blouse, a red/pinkish coloured skirt, medium size, as well with a silver bracelet, a gift perhaps, doesn't matter as she always seem to carry around with it. She also often carries around with a blue Robin hood hat, similar to the famous fairytale legend with two eagle feathers attached. Personality She's easily frustrated. Dealing with perceived deficiencies, such as a lack of confidence or fear of social situations. Often resolving in violence. It doesn't ease on her concious she's often this so called victim. (Forfeit as the looser that is.) Though her area of expertise clearly is out on the field, she cares for her intuition/look and has a considerable desire for her sexuality. It comes to close that she's recently become more distant after she had found the right one, (Adrian.) She's also creative, and thus her rather distinguishable hobby is that comes in form of using various ingredients, experimenting on a numerous amount of arrows. (Will be described below.) ----Family & History---- The event that will be revealed will take place before the Fate of one Kingdom. Found outside the town it self, a large villa, due south-east along the river, surrounded by an rather abundant forest, close to the neighbouring border of Progia . There lives a famous tyrant though he sees him like a well respectable father and husband. His name, Gion Silvertail, married to Maria and recently had a daughter, named Feona. Though as much he craved for a son, he would eventually come to respect the outcome. Months even the first years appeared almost normal, it was only when she became of age. Her father never smiled at her, nor did he involve around her activities. In fact sometimes she felt ignored, and with her mother now more often carrying out the relevant house duties and Gino slowly taking the bad habit of alcohol. When drunk he often started thrashing about, enough to scare his daughter into crying, this of course led to arguing between both parents. Once she was literally tapped between, almost like she was some sort of doll, screaming as much she could, they never realised it, before she was thrown across the kitchen table, receiving considerable injuries. With no one there to scream, they came to agree that no one would fight until she was within good care. After this, he almost became obsessed, protecting her even from Maria. Though after countless of promises never touching a drink again, he never lasted for long. This led to Feona's mother being more protective, it was all a mess. And it's even more surprisingly they didn't separate from each other. Maybe there is some shed of love between em, though it's hard to see. When she became of age, they made sure she was home-schooled. Not allowed to socialise, as they thought she'd be safer at home. Teaching to write, using mathematics, religion and history it was all essential that their kid wouldn't grow up without education. In time she developed a rather unique hobby, and in times she forgot about the responsibilities of studying. This of course led to their parents forbidding her to play, as that's what they believed she was doing all this time, while in fact, she had an special talent, of almost knowing what ingredients she needed for making certain explosives, even in times there was magic in the air. Of course she took her chances, obedient and it wasn't really her fault. Taught poorly it was inevitable. In due time she was of course caught, and stripped from all toys, or whatever she was in obsession of. But you'd think that would be enough. Not at all. Instead she started to sneak out during night, looking for animal excrements, sources of vegetation, anything that would be useful in her addiction. With a big house comes many exits, even the ones that's been rarely used Through the basement. Eventually she would start stealing, or taking wood from the storage room, what would've initially been used during the cold winter. Though she weren't in need of more then a few, just enough to start working on her own arrows/bolts and eventually a bow that would mean everything to her. Her weapon of choice. Countless of times she was caught, stripped even locked inside her room, only to be fed and schooled. Not once did she learn, and when her father started to use threats by words, even then she occasionally made it outside. At her fourteenth birthday, she crept outside during night when parents had gone to sleep. You could tell she was a most obedient child, doing whatever she pleased knowing the consequences never came to the extent that they hurt her. Never hit a child, even if Gino often became violent enough from all his drinking to the extent no one knew what he was capable of. However this evening would be her most terrifying as of yet. Her mind focused on all the forest's riches, that she stumbled upon an odd looking creature. At first she would think it was a bear, but from it's appearance, wings and a long slippery tail, this weren't no ordinary animal of the wild. Frozen in fear, she knew that one false step could draw it's attention towards her, and god knows what it would do to her. Careful she tried to retreat, but her feet accidentally stumbled upon a root, clumsily she fumbled down, creating so much noise, she literally flipped out, screaming as soon she realised the dark being had seen her. She tried to outrun it, never to have a chance it quickly tried to finish her after tackling her to the ground, receiving a nasty mark across her left cheek, after slamming into a sharp rock. She cried out, the demonic beast looked down at her, almost pitying her, and instead of finishing the young vixen, it merely vanished without a trace. Realising how lucky she was, but also why did it spare her. There's a mystery greater then she could explain. Once back home. Her face almost covered in blood, she felt weak in front of the entrance door, and with a loud knock, both Gino and Maria awakened only to find their daughter outside, beaten like a pulp, but still alive. This resulted into all doors locked, unless she was brought along to the city. It may even go as far calling it a prison, prohibiting her from leaving outside. No more experiments, instead she focused on what she was meant to learn. "Archery!" In fact she came to ask her father, and after some considerable time she revealed her own bow of choice. In fact she believed that he would punish her, but instead he actually become impressed by her handiwork. One hour each day, it even straightened her father becoming more charismatic and caring ever again. And in due time, he would come to ask his brother who lived in town, to take care of her, as well allowing her a more social life then what she's been used to for the last fifteen years. Though something that never fully healed was her encounter in the woods, she would always remember that day. This would turn out as more of a positive look, as well in more of a negative curve, considering she couldn't co-op with other fellow students, and often ended in arguments that quickly made her quite the unpopular fox in town. Though what she didn't succeed in school, Feona become more and more valued by the king's guard. Rather limited at first, it would only increase after months working next to her studies. Quickly becoming a valuable asset for the army. She was earning her own share of coins. Eventually this drove her confidence to her head. Eventually resulting in situations when fellow students often neglecting her moment of glory. Quickly becoming frustrated, it more or so ended into unnecessary fighting until the teachers drove em apart. ...... More will be revealed as a short summary when fan fiction is finished. ...... Known Relatives Gino Silvertail (Father) Maria Silvertail (Mother) Uncle Simmons (Uncle, Brother to Gino) Adrian (Boyfriend, though as I should have mentioned, due to the royalty status, there's never actually anything more then a secret relationship.) ----Strengths/Abilities/Equipment---- Strengths She's quite unpredictable with her hidden talent, that bends near to sorcery of some sort, that allows various of arrows to be crafted. With amounts of great effort she's become quite the archer on the field as well. Weaknesses Her rash mood swings rather sends her in more troubles then it's worth. Vulnerable at close combat, as even if she's been taught a few moves both with sword and dagger alone, it wouldn't hold long against even the mediocre of swordsmen. She's also quite living, means she's practically vulnerable to fire, etc. Passive Abilities - Increased sense whence out in forested areas. Equipment - A set with ten or twenty quiver's, shared common between ordinary one's and made exclusively by her own craftsmen skill. - Forest shadow, named her bow after the forest. It's enhanced with better accuracy. Sorta boosts what she's already talented at. ---Abilities--- Under development.... Edited by DragonFlame, Dec 24 2012, 02:42 PM.
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Lord DragonFlame	Jun 3 2012, 04:13 AM Post #5
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	Note to reader. This character have been made not once, but twice before. Alas it's difficult to describe a character without a talented hand in the form of art. Will use references from various sources as Google. General Information I Name Arez, Arezimore Drakon Date of Birth 7th of March, ???? Species Werewolf/Demon ---Appearance--- - Height. 6.4 Feet tall, (not including his horns.) - Weight. 235,4 lbs - Head, resembles much that of a werewolf, more a wolf then a human. Fur on both ears, and his snout, whereas he have a scar on his left cheek. At the back, are two horns, each drawn slightly forwards around each tip. Stretching along his back from the back of his head down the bottom/tail end is his extreme long black flowing hair/fur. - Upper body, medium built muscles, small bits of fur around each nipple, whereas what's already been mentioned he's practically naked, as far a creature can be referred to that, when it's practically normal. Upon his back are also two medium sized wings, much resembling a devil's wings. - Lower body, strong legs, reptilian looking feet, with small bits of fur around his claws and an sturdy, robust long tail, with it's trademark tip, formed like an sharpened arrow. - Trademark, dark blue skin color, fur's black. Eyes may shift vary upon his status. Yet he's mostly accustomed to have yellow cat eyes. - Clothing, while he mostly don't wear mortal cloth's, he's often seen in a black large coat, with an even greater hood, covering everything that would set him as a freak. Meant to be used sort of like a disguise. Personality - Decisive when it comes to trust, difficult to know his intentions, because he often refuse to tarry the old fashioned way. - Jealousy have often striven to the demon's nature, when there's romance involved. Overprotective in other words, becoming rather violent. - Mischievous are in the demon's blood's treat. Whereas he's often difficult to understand, with his double personalizations, leaving him highly unpredictable. ---Family & History--- First of all, there's unusual to hear about a demon's birth. If he ain't another soul taker, depriving it self upon another weakling of a mortal being, unable to resist the inevitable wealth, that the devil has to offer. Yet this ain't our case. Half demon and half werewolf. His father, tainted from the depths of hell, were his mother, half human, half werewolf became attached or forced to love with his father. She actually gave birth to a half-witted demonic-werewolf cub, and thus our story begins with Arezimore Drakon, or Arez in short. Both had their own share with their son. The lovable and charitable mother, and the ruthless but caring father. Beneath the land of Kavelio, within the Bustling Inferno, (hell), yearning for a living among the stench from burnt sulfur and various sort of smoke, reeking out from the cracks and went-holes dotted around. Rivers of lava, and even the occasional geyser offering an incredible in-humid temperature below earth. It was a harsh living, growing up during such conditions. But it's at least bearable for demons and the like. Of course the latter, that their roles were to differ as Arez grew. Training involuntary, but hence forth a demon hasn't laws on how to treat their young, handling his son with the preferable whip, slashing against the demon's back, if wowing the differ to his father's will. Quickly learning his father's ways, ungrateful about the youngster's progress the constant beating continued to pound forth against his back. About twelve years old, he had become an rather terrifying self image of his rather lovable and cute wolf face, looking into his mother's face for the very first time. Hard labor had proven efficient and at last his father cruelty had earned him an valuable asset to become an faithful follower of the devil him self. Of course he was recruited after successfully beating the pulp of an adversary to death with his bare fists. In fact he ranked from a slim recruit, to a soldier and within three years he had already earned the reputation to become a general. Yet the rules was made of blasphemy and conspiracy grew amongst each and every soldier, that ought too, given the opportunity, proclaiming them self as an esteemed general in the devil's crusade. Yet there hadn't been all a vicious affair. As neglecting their kind may be, there's bound to be someone with much in common, enough to bolster an unique friendship between an half human, half demon, (cambion), and Arez. It was as foretold, each and every unique soldier was chartered against another. Pitted in an infidel battle to the death. Each demon was bestowed a set of amulets, each own barred it's own unique reflection to it's carrier. Yet it had been as foretold. None are allowed such pleasantries within their hellish community. Words ended up in a rather jiffy clash with the devil him self. Being tricksters and feeble minded creatures, a plan was set. Ultimately setting em up in a duel to the death, and both had received the same news about the other, turning their backs on another. Of course the half-witted demon did never stand much a chance against the blue counterpart, much to the hidden talent that Arez bestowed. Of course wrying em up against one another, surely wouldn't come without a saddened conclusion. Yet without a moment's thought, Arez carried out the lethal blow, crushing his friend to the wall without no mercy. From this day forth, he remained solidly to him self. Yet to prove his worth, a true challenge was set, pitying him self another. The battle commences, both hellish fiends with a desire to become ranked above the soldier's path. Death to the bluish fiend....! Little did Arez knew that his rival were on it's own verge becoming a supreme overlord, the highest title amongst their kind, apart from the devil, who rules their hierarchy. Powerful muscles, battering each other into submission, whether it's by claws, fangs or their physical strength. Their amulets bestowed an sensual sort of magic to it, yet what usually requires adequate teaching to master. Of course the even odds would favor the higher ranked general, who's had sufficient practice, enough to summon fire at will, or create an devastating hammer at his disposal. Roars echoing, as no words was meant to be shared upon another. The devil him self, anticipated the blue demon's defeat in due time, but he also admired it's effort sustaining, constant bouts to his abdomen, head. Even matching the skills of his favored biscuit. Yet in all it's fury, it almost seemed futile, having to defend him self against every beating blow. Arez had the advantage, and he knew it. Fairness was no more an alternative. Pushing him away with his knee, enough to, offering the momentum, summoning fire, scorching straight ahead like a dragon's breathe. Down upon his knee's the heat immense, about to loose toward cowardice tactics. "Succumb to me, little filth." Tauntingly feeling he's at an edge. Yet despite the blazing impact, Arez attempted to counter the master's foul use of play. Redeeming his lost friend, dealing a mortal blow toward the general, ending his wrath, upon crumbling down to an bitterness state, defeated by a mere soldier. So has it, the devil's own favourite had been murdered by a master's talent. Enough to disqualify the soldier, yet perhaps there'd might yet be use of him. Congratulating him in person, applauding in his tentative matter. "You have done well, inkling. And I'm here to bestow you upon the title as general under my command." Barely able to stand, Arez looked back into the foul master's eyes, feeling nothing but hate. With little but no words, he dismissed the title of a general, of course under normal circumstances, death was the inkling's faith, but already witnessing it's might, the devil allowed him his freedom, even if life wouldn't come without a certain risk, seen as mortals don't take to kindly upon the hellish offspring's wandering aimlessly butchering livestocks and terrorizing the living. Realizing he had been tricked to kill his only friend amongst the hierarchy, he dismissed everything his father had wished for, for what. A lowly life's pride. Rather forgiving, the sentence of death would only please his father, if they'd ever met each other's stare once more. Living in the mortal world, offered consequentialities more then a few. Yet as much his father proved ruthless, it if weren't for the countless of beatings, proven more resistant to explicitly wounds, and extreme temperatures, living under such harsh conditions as they were. For years he lived in the shadows of men, hiding from the mortal kind. Where his wounds may heal, he'd always end up having a scar on his left cheek after the fierce battle that ensued down below. Hunting for meat, as to his costume was rather normal. They fed upon the living flesh like cannibals among men. Of course the solitude bored the living shit out of him. Priests are the worst enemy to hell, apart from the angels that none had yet to see in all of Kavelio. Killing one merciless on the road, proved little challenging, other then his useless cross, said to oppose a living demon. Cowering in fear wouldn't save his sorry ass. Finishing him off, stealing his clothes, while leaving the body to rot within the forest. Within the metropolis of Carmine would be his first encounter with the majority of men and anthropoids. Whereas he consistently tries to hide his own skin, for the relevance of causing panic, and eventual trouble with the law enforcement. Able to find an rather lucrative alley, looking to hide amongst beggars and the like, only to pull em in the leg, one by one each night. Unwanted plague anyway, praying on the rich with their filthy hands. In fact, they should be thankful he's doing them a favor. Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks, the demon had almost become used to the folks until one morning. An beautiful brunette approaches with a purse of her own delicates, cakes and the various vegetables, cooked and well prepared. Apparently she figured Arez, as one of the poor in need of some food. At first, he tried to look away, only muttering out some sort of thanks. Apparently she approved, and simply left it there until next morning. Never had he tasted cookies, but it's crunchy flavor was appreciatively yummy, whereas the vegetables was thrown away. He couldn't stand such food. The very next morning she arrived once more. Attractive she were, and in a blissful moment, he forgot his manners, looking down upon her legs, and her natural hair, lashing out with the fresh breeze. She hadn't acknowledged his face until she bent down upon her knees, reaching out a hand, only to stagger her self backwards, tumbling upon her haunches, yet unable to shout. Arez tried at his best to ease her mind, yet it was of no use. Fending off the blue hands, before she ran like never before, afraid, whereas the demon of course disappointed, but hoping to see her again. From this day forth, it wasn't her seeking him out, but the other way around. Sure, he knew that stalking weren't exactly proven his odds, but he felt emotionally dragged towards her. Each day following her back and forth between work and her home, until one day she realized were been followed. About to run, Arez urged her attention. "I mean you no harm, please don't run." Of course hearing this from a demon, could certainly be an alluring trick, but something ought her to believe in his words. Both approached each other casually until both looked into each other's eyes. Instead of using words in return, she promptly wished to have him tagging along to her own place. Most often, he couldn't stand those woman scream, being different, but apparently it was because she was mute, unable to talk, and instead used a paper to write down her name. "I'm Casey, and you are?" They quickly become acquainted with each other. Enough to have her invite him home each day on her special designed cookies. Apparently she received an appealing reflection, the demon's beastly yellowish eyes have shifted into blue, as clear like the ocean. It quickly resulted into them both moving together, love was in the air, and despite their differences, none shall come between them. Upon their first date outside, arriving at a fine restaurant. She had of course made him a fine suit. Worried, but willing to do her a favor in exchange. Well seated, it didn't take long until the food was served, yet he couldn't refrain from all them watchful eyes staring upon the unusual couple. Trouble was never far away. Upon finishing their meal, having an rather enjoyable time, a man approaches and pulls her away by force. The demon immediately rises from his chair, grunting at the boy's unappreciative methods... "Back off freak... She's with me." She couldn't resist, nor did Arez, but something else boiled inside him. And seeing them both leave outside, only fueled his temper even further. Again the taunting fool dared to challenge the demon by simple words. "You ain't worthy such beauty, ain't that right." Trying to appease her, continuing to force her away. Involuntarily she tried to slip out from the boy's grip. Yet his strong grip only further drove her away, whereas Arez looked defeated, but in fact, his blood had vanquished all feelings aside, the black amulet glowing, the fiend's eyes shifting again. A devastating roar, brought them looking back, seeing the horror who had broken loose from his clothes, all on fire, completely in rage as it closed the distance between them, without a seconds chance of retreat. Of course he cared more for his life, then wasting time on some hooker. "Get away from me." Trying to run, but it was all in vein. He felt incredible pain surging through his body, he was on fire. What measly attempt looking back, only realized the demon used it's fire breathe, dealing a deadly surge of attack. Under normal circumstances, she would've probably had ran away, but instead, thought he had came to her aid. Upon reaching for a hug, she was instead left with a powerful swing to her chest, sending her flying backwards. Apparently this was enough to cool the demon's tense mind, only to realize what he's done. "No!" Quickly embracing her frightened. Without knowing he had killed someone who had cared for him, and all he could do was watch her last moment's panicking in his arms, before her heart stopped, only to have Arez release a tear upon her limp body. However, he had of course drawn the attention from dozens of men, all prepared to launch and attack, as a demon are unwanted and shall be perished upon sight. At least for countless murder. Having to abandon her was hard enough, but being the reason for her death, that had literally struck him, realizing that he can never be felt loved again, due to his inability staying in control. Leaving town behind, barely escaping the humans revenge. From here on, no one knows exactly what happened to him, all that he's out there somewhere. Known Relatives Razzan Drakon (Father) Natalia Benovich Drakon (Mother) Casey Henderson (Girlfriend) ----Strengths/Abilities/Equipment---- Strengths He relies entirely upon his amulets, apart from his physical size able to muster powerful blows swipes with hands. Weaknesses - He's slow, and often have more difficulty with agile rivalries. - Water and cold usually have the opposite effects towards him unlike fire. - Several of his abilities/amulets have some sort of weakness to them. - Jealousy and emotions in general can draw out his pure vengeance. This is when none are looked upon differently. - Without his amulets, he's weak and can only muster his physical might. The amulets cannot be destroyed except by the creator him self. (The Devil) Passive Abilities - Demon skin offers about 50% more resistance toward tremendous heat. - Parachute, he can use his demon-wings, gliding from tall places in case of an emergency, or a simple relatively useful tactic. - Large Anatomy, meaning built for slow, but hardened physical attacks. Equipment Seven different amulets worn around his neck. Each has bestowed Arez with sorcerers abilities, within all forms. Whether it's necromancy, elemental, conjuration or illusion. Yet nether are meant useful without excessive training, unless they've been gifted upon birth. Each one distinguish them self in their each accumulated color and shape. Abilities/Skills - Iris Porphyreus Appears similar to a death-skull with it's vibrant purple dark purple color. Able to summon back the dead temporarily. It'll come forth as it's spiritual form, means it's ethereal and can't be touched, nor harmed, but the effect will last minimum half minute, depending on it's size. Yet due to it's bound with death, comes a certain risk. The dead will turn onto it's own master, depending historical events, or actual encounters, before death. Another matter that needs to be mentioned is that due to it's ethereal form, it won't be able to harm the living, instead more like an distraction. Yet physical objects ain't considered living and can be used as it's only apparent weapon. (Swords, rocks, etc.) - Carnation Rubens Appears much like a flame set on a small candle, with it's intense red color. Whether it's gifted from a dragon's breathe, that's difficult to say, seen as it's no where near as effective, but that doesn't make it lethal for any simple mortal without protective clothes. Ether it comes forth like a fiery breathe from the demon's mouth, or able to summon small, but multiple fire missiles each used simultaneously. They'll slowly scatter outwards, but when I'm referring to slow, doesn't mean it's slow from a person's perspective. The fiery breathe has an rather limited range, and is best used during close encounters. - Lupine Cyaneus Resembling a fountain, in it's dark blue brilliance. Whereas it can only be summoned forth near a source of water, it doesn't exactly prove lethal, due to it's unfamiliar use. It usually won't reveal unless it's on the water surface, but depending on the users amount of energy, this can be driven forth as the caster pleases. This lasts for about a few seconds only, and can often be misinterpreted, due to it's images telling ether of the future, or actual event somewhere else. Another factor that comes in play, is the sorcerer's whereabouts. Has he witnessed what reveals it self, or the location it self. Must regenerate in an 48 hour lapse of time before it can be used again.... Note can only be used near a water source. This doesn't include small fountains or simple bathtubs filled with water. Clematis Albidus Appears like a white sound-horn used back in medieval times for various purposes. Three relatively allies to the caster's choosing. This can be one vicious wolf, appearing all white, except it's pink muzzle, along with a red scar on it's left cheek, exactly like the one on it's owner. Also it's front teeth have been extended, like that of a werewolf. Or, two small imps will appear mischievous tricksters they are will combine their witty minds, to make a living hell for the sorcerer's chosen target. If they'd succeed, nether the wolf or imps, they'll disperse. Lasts for about two-three minutes depending of the demon's choosing. Echeveria Estriatus Resembles a tree in it's green natural environment. Branches or roots from a nearby tree comes to life, whereas the trunk cannot move, nor can the demon, without breaking the enchantment. Attempting to grasp his foes by feet or arms, enough to stagger em helpless. Whereas it's slow, and the fact the caster requires bout ten seconds to prepare, it's probably his weakest amulet, even with it's effective result. Requires even a lively tree to have a full effect. Medicago Falcata Flavus Resembles a small miniature comet with it's blazing yellow color. Destruction is in order, and once more the element of fire have been looked upon. Whereas Carnation is directed forwards, this comes from above like a rain of fire. Chosen by the master, whether it shall rain, or come forth like a medium sized, comet (in appearance only). Rain come forth scattered, and rather shallow, unless it's out in the desert, whereas the character's clothes are dried out, this usually won't subdue a single spark. Whereas the comet is rather compact, and easily avoided if been spotted in due time. Impact on the ground may result in another explosion, like a new-years-rocket blowing it self up in the air. This have similar effect like the rain, won't due if there's to much water involved. Ebenus Black and utter evil, it have no exact resemblance apart from two red eyes. This may have to do with the demon's double personalities. Unable to control feelings, he's basically going amok, like a vicious berserker, with most of his engulfed in an flaming inferno. Water may cool him down, but it won't draw his ferocity away. This amulet doesn't seem to activate upon self-control, rather jealousy, and is like a nightmare, due to his inability, staying in control. The effect usually leaves him within two or three minutes, or when his accomplishment have been completed. Comments are well appreciated. Allowing critic comments as well. Edited by DragonFlame, Jun 5 2012, 10:45 AM.
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Lord DragonFlame	Dec 22 2012, 11:56 AM Post #6
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	---General Information--- Name Talia Warden Date of Birth 29th of October ???? Species Lion/Oriental Shorthair, (feline) ---Appearance--- - Height. 5.8 Feet tall - Weight. 132 Pounds - Fur color, stands out rather strong with it's mix of both yellow and orange. - Eye color's, dark green - Physical appearance, she's not the muscled sort, with her rather slim texture overall, apart from her leg's who seems to have received adequate training. Her pointy ear's all fluffy, while the rest of her body's fur stays rather short. Her tail's much similar to that of a lion, with a white strip at the end. She wears a tattoo on her left ankle in shape of a slithering snake, whether it's a symbol of her preferred agenda, that's simply details included. - Clothes/accessories, she tend to wear common clothes or her rather stealthy outfit. Wearing a blue west, a pair of black tight pant's. Feet nor head she's without, part of being natural at breathing and by touching the surface. Personality Often finding her astray from remaining solitude in one location, thus nor man or woman for that matter has ever attained her rather careful, yet naive approach very well. Yet she's also rather modest, and does have an natural consistency of remaining rather serious, while on the tip of her nose, she'd might open up like a corkscrew. ---Family & History--- Coming soon.... ---Strengths/Abilities/Equipment---- Strengths Preferring cunning stealth taking her foes out, without them even knowing she's beneath their noses. Lethal with two dagger's in her equipped arsenal. Weaknesses While flustered out, she tends to make an rather frail shadow of her former self. While she's living, all forms, such as fire/poison/etc are deadly. Passive Abilities Without shoes, she''s been vastly improved her stealthy maneuvers, making but no noise while walking. What she lacks in firearms accuracy, her use of dagger's both from close and far away has become an essentially asset to her strategy. Equipment Carrying a bundle with dagger's upon her back. While her most preferred short knife's have been enhanced by an rather unheard sorcerer, able to make one man's limb, numb, even for a few seconds, but it could be exactly what she needs, to make the assumptive strike of death. Both are known as Khalindo's Mashetteh's. Abilities/Skills Under Construction... Leave a comment if you want, as I'm still rather early in developing her.
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